At this time, there were no other people in the mourning hall except them. Gongsun Zhuoyu thought for a moment, then went to the door and locked the door. He turned to look at the maid: "What's your name?"
Seeing this, the maid was startled and thought he was going to do something, so she knelt on the ground with a thud, and lowered her head in fear and did not dare to speak.
Gongsun Zhuoyu squatted down in front of her: "You don't have to be afraid, girl, you can answer whatever I ask. I swear with my life that what you said today will never reach the old lady's ears."
The maid was still hesitant, and did not dare to speak.
Gongsun Zhuoyu had no choice but to say, "Could it be that the girl wants to go to the prison of the Jinglu Division?"
These three words are obviously powerful. When the maid heard "Jing Lu Si", she immediately raised her head in horror, waved her hands quickly, and almost burst into tears: "Sir, forgive me, this servant really doesn't know anything."
Gongsun Zhuoyu returned to the question just now: "What's the girl's name?"
The maid choked and said, "Go back to your lord, the slave's name is Ziyan, and she has been serving in the old lady's room."
Gongsun Zhuoyu nodded: "Then do you recognize Siyun?"
Ziyan hurriedly shook her head: "Sir, this servant really doesn't know Siyun, but the servants in the mansion had heard such an ear when they were chatting, and knew that she was from the embroidery room."
Gongsun Zhuoyu wondered if Siyun was still a celebrity in Hong Mansion: "Oh? What did they say when they were chatting?"
Ziyan glanced left and right, and then she said with lingering fears: "I heard them say that Siyun looks very good, and he was attracted by the young master. After the sudden death, she suddenly disappeared, and her whereabouts have been unknown. Today, the adults came to the door, and we learned that she was dead. "
The slaves of the big families are not easily allowed to go out, and their news is naturally not well-informed.
Gongsun Zhuoyu pointed at the corner and said, "Then do you know who was kneeling here?"
When Ziyan heard this, she fell back and sat on the ground: "How do you know that?!"
Gongsun Zhuoyu did not miss any of her expressions: "If the girl knows something, it's best to tell the truth, this official will not implicate you, otherwise the girl will have to go to the prison for trial."
Ziyan shook her head with red eyes and almost cried: "Sir, you don't believe me, this slave has seen ghosts here..."
Gongsun Zhuoyu's eyes narrowed: "How do you say it?"
Ziyan sobbed in a low voice: "Since the young master died suddenly, the old lady has given an order that no one is allowed to enter or leave the mourning hall. Only ten days ago will the coffin be buried, and then the servants will be allowed to come in and clean it."
As she said, she subconsciously glanced at the corner of the wall, then quickly retracted her gaze, as if remembering something terrifying, her body trembled slightly: "Before the little son's coffin was buried, the servants once sneaked in once to find the lost cat. , but who ever thought and saw..."
Gongsun Zhuoyu asked, "What did you see?"
Ziyan recalled what happened that night, her expression was still a little dazed, she just felt like she was in a dream: "Slave... The slave girl saw a woman kneeling at the corner of the wall, she kept looking up at the sky, her mouth was wide open, burning inside. With a wick, it's terrifying..."
Gongsun Zhuoyu squinted when he heard the words, thinking that the woman was probably Siyun.
Ziyan clutched her chest and said with lingering fears: "In the middle of the night, the slave thought that she had hit a ghost, and after returning home, she became seriously ill, and she always saw the figure of the woman in a trance. If it wasn't for the old lady's orders today, the slave would not dare Come to the mourning hall."
Gongsun Zhuoyu thought that this mourning hall was not allowed to enter by Mrs. Hong's order, so the human wax inside was naturally irrelevant to her, but she just wanted to find out the reason, and more clues were needed.
Gongsun Zhuoyu helped Ziyan up from the ground and didn't ask her any further questions, otherwise she would really be implicated, and just asked, "Where is the embroidery room?"
Ziyan bit her lip and pointed to the east: "The embroidery room makes the sound of the machine every day. The adults keep going east, and you can find it by listening to the sound."
Gongsun Zhuoyu glanced at her: "You wait for me here, if the old lady asks, you will only say that this official has lost himself, and there is no need to say anything else."
Ziyan nodded: "Slave must be tight-lipped."
Gongsun Zhuoyu walked out of the mourning hall and walked along the east side. As expected, he heard a chaotic sound of a machine. Following the sound, he saw an embroidered lady sitting in the courtyard weaving cloth.
Gongsun Zhuoyu originally wanted to listen to the corner of the wall outside, but that Xiu Niang was too focused and didn't say a word while weaving. He stood for a long time without hearing anything, so he could only walk in.
Hong Mansion rarely sees strangers. The embroidered lady saw Gongsun Zhuoyu walking in, and stopped subconsciously: "Who are you?"
Gongsun Zhuoyu opened his eyes and said nonsense: "Sister, I came here with my master to offer incense to the young master of the Hong family. Because I didn't know the way, I came here in a confused way. May I ask how to get to the front hall?"
He didn't wear official uniforms today, and the Hong Mansion had just died, so he deliberately chose plain clothes, saying that the entourage of any high-ranking official could barely make it through.
Xiu Niang pointed him in the direction: "You can just walk along the rockery pond."
Gongsun Zhuoyu quickly thanked him. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the pattern of Xiu Niang's weaving. Suddenly, he exclaimed in surprise, "Oh, my sister's hands are so skillful. But that's it!"
The embroidered woman in her early fifties is equivalent to an aunt in later generations, where there is an aunt who doesn't like to chat, she immediately smiled happily when she heard the words: "What's the coincidence, but just knit it casually. , At such a young age, his mouth is sweet."
Gongsun Zhuoyu immediately slapped a snake and followed the stick next to her: "Sister, don't believe me, I'm telling the truth, when I came, I don't know who I heard, what is the name of the embroidery room on your side? ... Siyun's girl is the best in craftsmanship, could it be that my sister is Siyun?"
"Shoot!" Xiu Niang glared at him, "I'm not Siyun, that little hoof is already dead, bad luck!"
Gongsun Zhuoyu heard some extraneous sounds from her words, and said deliberately: "Dead? Is it true? Is my sister trying to deceive me?"
That Xiu Niang was getting old, and her mouth was broken, and she couldn't hold back her thoughts. Seeing that there was no one around, and I was idle anyway, I simply chatted with Gongsun Zhuoyu: "Is there anyone who uses this kind of thing to deceive people? If you die, you will die. Why are you lying to me?"
Gongsun Zhuoyu said: "That's really jealous of Hongyan, a good girl, why did she die so early."
Xiu Niang said: "Who said it wasn't, that little hoof really had a hard life, and was spotted by the young master for no reason, and..."
When she said this, she suddenly fell silent and sighed without thinking: "It's a blessing, not a disaster, it's a disaster that can't be avoided."
Gongsun Zhuoyu hurriedly said: "Sister, don't make my appetite, I love listening to stories. Tomorrow my master will be transferred back to Qingzhou. I'm afraid I have to go with me. I can't go back to the capital for a few days. You are not like me. Tell me about her."
This kind of gossip is interesting only if we discuss it together, and I feel so uncomfortable in my heart. Xiu Niang heard Gongsun Zhuoyu say that he would be leaving the capital tomorrow. She expected nothing to happen, so she whispered, "You have to cover your mouth tightly, this is no trivial matter."
Gongsun Zhuoyu nodded: "I have the strictest mouth, sister, let's talk."
Xiu Niang shook her head: "That Siyun, you really have a good hand in embroidery. One day, when I was going to deliver clothes, the young master took a fancy to her and asked her to be her aunt. If it happened, it would be considered a change in the branches. Phoenix."
Gongsun Zhuoyu followed: "It's a pity that your little son died suddenly."
Xiu Niang said: "Who said no, I heard that the night the young master died suddenly, she was waiting in the room, and disappeared early the next morning, and there is no whereabouts whether it is dead or alive."
Gongsun Zhuoyu asked, "Then do you know where she went?"
Xiu Niang shook her head: "This can't be said nonsense, but 80% of the time is dead, who made her unlucky, the young master happened to be waiting by the side when he died suddenly, the old lady beat her several times with a cane in anger, many people I saw it all."
Gongsun Zhuoyu secretly guessed that the old lady had turned her anger on Siyun because of the sudden death of her most beloved grandson, so she was too vicious.
Only in this way, the case is a bit tricky. If Si Yun was really murdered by Mrs. Hong, she would not admit it or not, but how to arrest him would be a big problem.
Gongsun Zhuoyu didn't wait much and left in a hurry. If you want to know what happened on the night of the sudden death of the young son of the Hong family, you can only ask the doctor besides asking the servants in the house.
When Gongsun Zhuoyu rushed back to the mourning hall, Ziyan was standing at the door waiting anxiously, and when he saw him coming, he hurried forward: "Sir, you are back, the old lady just sent someone to ask, and the slave said that you are gone. Thatched hut, this is barely enough to prevaricate."
Gongsun Zhuoyu took a piece of silver from his sleeve and handed it to her: "Miss hard worker, let's go back to the front yard now."
Ziyan took it hesitantly, and then bowed her knees and saluted: "Thank you sir for your reward."
Gongsun Zhuoyu asked her as he walked towards the front hall, "Miss, do you know which doctors treated him on the night of the sudden death of the young master?"
Ziyan pondered and said: "I can't count the slaves, but Lord Gongsun can just find a holy hand. On the night of the young master's sudden death, the mansion hired almost all the famous doctors in the capital, but he was still unable to return to the sky. "
Gongsun Zhuoyu suddenly said, "Then do you know who was invited first?"
Ziyan said: "It should be Doctor Ma from Mingchuntang. If the servants remember correctly, if the master of the palace has a headache, he will always ask him to check the pulse."
The first person to arrive is often able to witness the whole process. Gongsun Zhuoyu made up his mind to go to Mingchun Hall to find out the news later, but before that, he had to say goodbye to Mrs. Hong according to the etiquette.
"I came to the door today, there are so many disturbances, and I also ask the old lady to mourn and change, this official will leave."
Ziyan returned to the old lady's side and whispered: "Master Gongsun put three incense sticks on the little son, and didn't go anywhere else."
When Mrs. Hong heard the words, she opened her eyes, nodded faintly, and said to Gongsun Zhuoyu: "Then the lord will walk slowly all the way, and the old body and legs are not easy, so it is inconvenient to send them off."
Gongsun Zhuoyu cupped his hands: "Old lady, please stay."
After he finished speaking, he seemed to be about to leave, but he didn't know what to think, and turned to look at Mrs. Hong again, and asked as if confirming, "Does the old lady really remember that there is a maid named Siyun in the house?"
Mrs. Hong still said that: "I am old and have a bad memory."